65 The cannons roar from shore to shore, Ere saw so strange a battle. The rebel dales, the rebel vales, With rebel trees surrounded, The distant woods, the hills and floods, The fish below swam to and fro, Attack'd from every quarter: "Why sure," thought they, "the devil's to pay The kegs, 't is said, though strongly made Of rebel staves and hoops, sir, Could not oppose their powerful foes, The conquering British troops, sir. From morn till night these men of might Display'd amazing courage, And when the sun was fairly down Retir'd to sup their porridge. An hundred men, with each a pen, Or more, upon my word, sir, It is most true would be too few Such feats did they perform that day That years to come, if they get home, 1778. THE BRITISH LIGHT-INFANTRY Hark! hark! the bugle's lofty sound, Which makes the woods and rocks around Proclaims the light-arm'd British troops She hears the sound with pain. "T is New-Year's morn; why should we part? 5 Let friends and mirth and wine content us. War's rude alarms disturb'd last year; Our country bled and wept around us: But this each honest heart shall cheer, And peace and plenty shall surround us. Last year King Congo, through the land, Display'd his thirteen stripes to fright us; But George's power, in Clinton's hand, In this New-Year shall surely right us. ΙΟ 15 Last year saw many honest men Torn from each dear and sweet connection; But this shall see them home again, And happy in their King's protection. Last year vain Frenchmen brav'd our coasts, Last year rebellion proudly stood, Elate in her meridian glory; But this shall quench her pride in blood: Then bring us wine, full bumpers bring; God bless great GEORGE, our gracious King, FROM THE AMERICAN TIMES (BY JONATHAN ODELL?) Hear thy indictment, Washington, at large; Thou hast supported an atrocious cause 1779. Against thy King, thy Country, and the laws; Committed perjury, encourag'd lies, Forced conscience, broken the most sacred ties; Myriads of wives and fathers at thy hand Their slaughter'd husbands, slaughter'd sons demand; That pastures hear no more the lowing kine, That towns are desolate, all, all is thine; The frequent sacrilege that pain'd my sight, Wilt thou pretend that Britain is in fault? 20 25 30 5 ΙΟ 15 To say such deeds are foreign to thy mind? Who guards M'Kean and Joseph Reed the vile, In all their shocking cruelties must share. What could, when half-way up the hill to fame, That prompted thee with Congress to unite? Seek with thy cursed crew the central gloom, 1780. HUGH H. BRACKENRIDGE FROM THE BATTLE OF BUNKERS-HILL ACT V. SCENE I Bunkers-Hill. Warren with the American Army. Warren. To arms, brave countrymen! for see, the foe 20 25 30 35 Comes forth to battle, and would seem to try With fleets and armies from the BRITISH Shore, IO |